#Penny Washers

[finefitfasteners]

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[dymarob]

Bear Wash

I don't know what it is about freshly cleaned laundry, but I love it so. I felt like it had probably been a while since Mr. Teddy had been washed, so I thought it would be good to do a comic about that. Mr. Teddy deserves nice things too.

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

Appalachian Superstitions

Never close a knife you didn’t open, or you’ll have bad luck for 7 years.

Keep a penny in your washer.

Don’t wash clothes on New Year’s Day or you will wash a family member out.

Don’t walk under a ladder. If you find yourself under one, don’t turn around–back up.

Don’t let anyone sweep under your feet.

If a bad storm is coming, put a 2-edged axe into a stump facing the storm to ensure the storm goes around you.

Don’t cut your baby’s hair before their first birthday.

Don’t let a pregnant woman see a dead person or the baby will have a birthmark.

Hold your breath when you pass a cemetery, or you’ll be the next to die.

If you’re walking with someone you have to go on the same side of a post or obstacle, or it will break your friendship.

Never leave a rocking chair rocking, or you will invite spirits.

[simstorian-blog]

New York City: ONE

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World Map: San Myshuno

Area: Spice Market – Old Salt House

Lot Size:  30 x 30

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4 Apartments: 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, washer/dryer per unit

1 Townhouse: 4 Bedroom Suites, 6 Baths, 2 Half Baths, A Sauna, Indoor Pool, Gym, Office Space, Entertainment/Hosting Floor

Shared Areas: Café, Game Room, Laundromat (non-functional), Press Conference Room, Security Booth

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

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[rwby-encrusted-blog]

mayhaps i request penny ruby and jaune? i beg of thee... they are cute your honor. or just penny not really having a concept of withholding all her apreciation for people, both before and after getting a human body

Ruby squeaked in surprise as Penny latched onto her, burying her freckled face into the crook of the reaper’s neck.

“Ah! Penny!”

Penny sucked and nipped at the skin, causing many bright bruises, bringing splotches of color to Ruby’s pale skin.

It was only after she broke away that Ruby realized how bruised her collarbones and neck had gotten, causing her to blush as deep as her namesake.

~~~~~

Jaune was walking his dirty laundry out to the washers when he was slammed into at a high speed, yelping as Penny straddle him, before she dug her hands beneath his shirt and felt his abs.

“Penny! What’s gotten into you?!”

“Nothing but a sudden need to express my adoration for you!” 

She wore a cheshire grin, want and need shining in her eyes.

“You’re very Warm! I just needed to feel it. Apologies for the assault!”

Penny stood up, pulled Jaune to his feet and helped him pick up his clothes, then shoved her tongue in his mouth for half a second, and sprinted away after, leaving Jaune dazed and confused, but feeling very well loved.

~~~~~

“MMMMMH~”

Penny moaned into Ruby’s mouth as Jaune nibbled on her ears and left hickeys on her neck. The shorter leader pressed her against Jaune’s chest, their hands running up and down her body, and Penny was doing her damndest to keep up with both of them.

It was a losing battle.

She slipped her fingers under Ruby’s corset, pressing her tongue deeper into Ruby’s mouth as she was sandwiched between her two loves.

Penny couldn’t complain, and not just for the invader in her mouth. She was so happy that they decided to get back at her for doing what she did.

[parasolladyansy]

Hurricane Helpers (day 4)

Got less done today than I wanted - turned out the washer we thought worked didn’t, so we had to work out alternative laundry plans lol. 🥲

We’re closing this fundraiser Wednesday, so if you’d still like to donate / participate, read below! ^_^

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On behalf of both of us, we’re so grateful for the donations so far to help those affected by the hurricanes. No donation is too small - every penny is greatly appreciated (& you get a rainy doodle as a bonus!) 🩵

Thank you so, so much! 🌧️

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[thewulf]

Thick and Thin Part 2 || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Request: Reader is a former police officer, but now is working at the hard deck. Her last undercover work went terribly wrong and she was hurt really bad (got captured and held in a damp and cold cellar.... See rest here

A/N: We’re pretending the aviators are at Top Gun for a few months not a few weeks! Didn’t follow the prompt completely… but it’s cute! Def more cute than angsty. Enjoy!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3,900+'

Part 1

“Are you alright?” Penny asked. Flicking your eyes up towards the sandy haired woman you gave her a faint nod.

You shot her the best smile you could muster, “I’m fine.”

“I think those glasses are clean enough Y/N. You’ve been at them for the last thirty minutes, yeah?” She took the rag from you sensing something was off. Something didn’t seem quite right with you this afternoon. Far quieter than your normally chipper and happy self.

“Sure. They were just really dirty is all. You should really have that washer checked out.” Nervously, you laughed knowing she sensed you were off. Because of course she did. Penny could read you like a damn book. Any damn book she wanted you to be.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as she watched you walk around the bar. She gently pushed you down into the barstool outside the bar.

Sighing, you knew there wasn’t a way you could get out of talking about this one, “It’s dumb Penny. Really dumb.”

She shook her head, “Can’t be dumb if it’s got you thinking so hard.”

Looking ahead you saw the group of aviators with their newest addition, Olivia, the blonde that you thought was leagues above you, “Jake’s got himself a new girlfriend.” You nodded in her direction trying not to look like you were shooting daggers right at her. You wanted to. This jealousy thing sucked.

Penny’s eyes followed your line of sight over to her regular group of aviators. Her eyes raised as she scanned over the new girl, taking her in, “How do you know she’s with Jake?” She asked hoping you wouldn’t really have an answer.

You shrugged, “Might’ve been his hand on her ass or them making out last night in the booth, something like that.” Looking away you turned your attention back to Penny.

She sighed seeing your deflated face. “Well, that’s a sign I suppose.” She nodded in agreement, “She’s just a fling honey.” Penny continued seeing the utter sadness seep through your expression.

“She’s gorgeous Penny, I don’t think…” You paused not really wanting to think about what this really meant. Did this mean he’d no longer come up and talk with you? Flirt with you? Even you had to admit that was some of the most fun you’d had working at the bar. The nights when Jake were there flew by, he made sure of it.

She shook her head not letting you respond either, “Look, I’ve known Hangman longer than you. She’s definitely just a fling. Doubt she’ll be around tomorrow.”

Penny was wrong though. She was around the next night and the night after that. When she showed up the following Friday night you were sure you were about to lose it. Your only saving grace being Bradley. He was out on a training mission for the week so when that tall brunette walked through the front door you about sang his praises right then and there. A smile crept up your cheeks as you made eye contact with the cocky son of a bitch you’d grown close to over the previous few months. God were you thrilled he’d taken a job at Top Gun.

“Bradley.” You smiled handing him a tall glass of his favorite draft, “Glad you’re home. First one’s on the house.”

“Better be.” He grinned taking it from you. He only threw his hands up in defense when he saw your bitter scowl, “I kid! Thank you, Y/N. It’s good to be back.”

You nodded, “That’s more like it.” It felt almost foreign to smile after the shitty week of hidden frown’s you’d been giving seeing your less than favorite couple walk through those doors. You hadn’t even tried to make eye contact with him. The second you saw him with her you’d turn the other direction.

Things got a little rocky the third time you saw her. She’d come up and ordered drinks for her and Jake in a not so nice manner. You replied back in a not so nice manner. She tried to get you in trouble with Penny bitching about her bartender having an attitude, but Penny shrugged it off before telling you all about it. That was the night you could feel Jake’s eyes on you, but you couldn’t look at him. Not after that. You hated making yourself look like a fool and you were sure she was painting you as a full on clown now. Why’d you have to let Bradley talk you into your feelings for this stupid boy?

“How’ve you been?” Bradley asked taking a seat in front of you. It was still early enough in the night that you weren’t too busy yet and could spare the time to chat.

You nodded wiping up the counter in front of him, “Okay. Weather’s been shitty. You picked a good week to leave.”

He leaned back taking you all the way in. He too could see right through you like Penny could. A quick glance around the bar confirmed his senses. Hangman was sitting over in the corner with a blonde girl on his lap without a care in the world. He was only gone a week and Hangman had managed this already. Bradley knew how sensitive you were about your injuries. How insure they had made you. How they made you feel like you were less than and didn’t deserve the love you really did deserve. To see Hangman sit there and almost confirm all those fears in the time he was gone pissed him off. Bradley was proud of how much progress he had made with the two idiots who didn’t seem to know what they wanted. He had managed to get you both to confess to him the true nature of either of your feelings. It perplexed him how he was now in a worse off situation than he had left the previous week.

“Who’s that?” Bradley asked leaning closer to the bar again knowing how much you probably didn’t want to be talking about it. But he knew you were trapped. Sure, you could run and serve other customers but eventually you’d have to come back and talk to him.

Rolling your eyes you snuck a quick glance at the overly touchy couple in the booth on the far side of the bar, “Olivia. A teacher or something like that.”

Bradley raised his eyebrows letting his glasses slide down his nose, “You know that’s just a distraction right?”

“Shut up Brad.” You wanted to slap him silly right then and there. You couldn’t let him talk you into getting your hopes up again. The first crash hurt enough already.

“It is! You’re not a man, so how would you know what he’s thinking?” He rattled off.

“And how would you?” You fired back, irritated with him already, “Playing the man card? Really Bradley?”

“Okay, ouch… fair.” He smirked, missing the less than friendly banter back and forth in just the week he’d been gone. He’d gotten so used to you being there that he didn’t realize how much he loved your presence until he took himself out of it.

You shrugged not knowing what to say. You’d love to believe Bradley, but you just couldn’t seem to. They’d stopped in the bar four times in seven days, it felt like he was trying to make a point to you. One that you fully understood and didn’t really want to be a part of. He was choosing her. Not you.

“Come on, he likes you!”

“He’s got a very interesting way of showing it doesn’t he?” You spat out with a little too much disgust in your voice. Even if he did like you, you were annoyed with the whole thing. What were you in? Middle school?

“It’s his way of deflecting! You should know, you’ve done it long enough.” Bradley smirked more to himself than to you. Surely you couldn’t give up on the non-existent relationship before it even started? Bradley was better than that at meddling with relationships and he knew it. Just last week he got Natasha and the girl at the bar to finally strike up a conversation. Big bad Phoenix became a chicken in front of a pretty girl.

“I’m not doing this with you right now. I’ve got people to serve anyway.” You grumbled turning away from him before he could argue. You loved the man with your whole heart, but boy was he difficult. He never backed down from an argument, certainly not when he knew he was right, which he was. Bradley decided he better knock some sense into Hangman. What he didn’t realize is that it would send the Olivia girl right up to the bar where you were.

You hadn’t realized Bradley got up. That was your own fault for not keeping tabs on the loose cannon. You only realized when you heard that familiar cough behind you. A nasally cough to grab your attention. Not even having the energy to fake a smile you mumbled out a somewhat coherent, “What can I get for you?”

“You know, he doesn’t like you. He likes me.” That irrationally squeaky voice that made you want to do questionable things spoke far too confidently for you not to consider what she was saying.

You really hadn’t the energy to deal with this right now, “What are you talking about?”

“Jake. He complains about you all the time. Your attachment issues. Getting sick all the time. You seem pathetic really.”

You wanted to frown. Betrayal coursed through you. How dare he mention that to her? It felt like you were just an object to talk about not a person underneath, “Okay. Are you ordering anything or?” Was all you could think of. You tried to remain as unbothered as you could. Although, you weren’t sure if your face was playing along or not.

“No.”

“Bye.” You rolled your eyes subtly before turning to the next guest. She took the hint retuning to Jake. You were sure she interrupted whatever conversation Bradley and Jake were having as Bradley looked flabbergasted when she climbed right back into his lap. You wanted to turn away but the sheer look of horror on Bradley’s face seemed to make it all worth it.

After serving a few patrons Bradley made his way back to where he was originally sitting, waiting patiently on you. Sliding him another draft you raised your eyebrows, waiting on whatever he had to say, “Exactly what I thought. A simple deflection. An easy one.”

“Just, drop it. Tell me about your training mission?” You really didn’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s all the two of you seemed to chat about anymore. It was exhausting you; you couldn’t imagine how Bradley felt.

The two of you chatted until it got too busy to ignore your bartending duties. You felt a pit in the bottom of your stomach when you saw the two blondes leaving together later on in the night. You felt his eyes on you continuously throughout the night. What had she said to him? If she was that brash coming up to you earlier on in the night then you could only imagine what nasty things she’s said about you to him.

It hurt more than you were mad at him for telling her about you. He had to have known you felt something for him and to do this felt like he was all but rejecting you. Once Bradley left you let yourself spiral in your head but maintain that fake ass smile as you served guests.

It didn’t get better once you got home. You continued to think about what that stupid little mousy faced girl said to you, ‘he doesn’t even like you.’ Could that really be true? Were you really that fucking annoying? Sure, the sickness was a burden, but you never tried to place it on him. Fuck. You couldn’t believe you’d let Bradley right back into your head and let him convince you that.

Sleep didn’t come easily. The stress of the simple conversation placing too much anxiety on your brain. Not sleeping well with the added stress was never a good mixture for you. When you woke the next morning you felt warm, too warm. You knew what it meant but you decided to try and nap it off. That was a mistake as you woke feeling exponentially worse.

Placing the thermometer under your tongue you frowned when you read 102.6 Degrees read across. Texting Penny that you were sick you took a quick shower before finding your way back into bed. It was amazing what the human brain could do. You let yourself get so wrapped up in those little comments that your body was straight up having a physical reaction as well. Rejecting your thoughts completely.

Frustrated you tried to sleep again. Turning your phone to silent just deciding to ignore it for the afternoon. Not like anybody would be reaching out other than Penny. She’d assume you were just sleeping anyway.

When your eyes opened again the night had taken over. Sighing you popped into the shower rinsing off all the salty sweat that was coating your body. This was the worst of it when your temperature was the highest and you felt freezing. The highest the shower could go only calmed your shivers down some more. Contemplating taking some Tylenol you decided against it, letting your body fight this one off.

Laying on the couch you found a show you liked. Letting yourself drift in and out of sleep to the quiet volume from the television. You would have likely slept there the rest of the night had there not been a knock on the front door. Deciding to ignore it you closed your eyes hoping whomever it was would go away.

But they had other plans. The persistent knocks only seemed to get louder. With a huff you shuffled your feet to the door making sure to keep the blanket wrapped around you. It was far too cold out in the open air to be walking around without one.

Taking a look through the peep hole in the door you frowned seeing Jake on the other side. What in the hell did he want?

“Y/N, open up. I can literally hear you. Right there.”

Damn, were you really breathing that loud? Not really having the option you unlocked the dead bolt opening the door seeing the handsome man before you. He was dressed down, not in any Navy Uniform. You had to admit he looked damn good no matter what he was in. Hot as a pilot and maybe even hotter as a civilian.

He studied you for a second as you simply tried to keep your eyes open. Not having a clue of the time, you shuffled away from the door letting him in. Making your way back to the couch you snuggled right back into the spot you were in earlier, “To what do I owe the pleasure?” You mumbled out.

He took a seat on the opposite side of the couch, “You didn’t text me back… all day.”

“Sorry,” You sighed realizing you really hadn’t looked at your phone since about lunch time and it looked late out now, “Just been sleeping.”

He looked down, almost ashamed, “Why didn’t you call?”

You shrugged, “Didn’t think too. I don’t know. I’ve got everything I need.”

“I told you to call me when you were sick Y/N. I could’ve helped.”

This time your frowned. What was he getting at? Didn’t he have Olivia to fuck or some planes to go fly?

“Thought you were busy. Didn’t want to bother you.” It was a lie. You were too scared to bother him. To place your burden on him especially after what the blondie said the day prior. It was easier to lie than to comfort your feelings so suddenly.

“How many times do I have to tell you, you aren’t a burden Y/N. You aren’t a bother at all. I want to help you! Rooster wants to help you! Do you know how worried sick we’ve been? Penny all but begged me not to come but I couldn’t sit around that bar any longer knowing you weren’t answering your phone. You could’ve been dead for all we knew!” You winced hearing him raise his voice slightly at you.

He noticed, “I’m sorry. So sorry.” He apologized quickly.

A wave of emotions hit you all at once as you finally listened to him. You’d have probably argued back if you didn’t feel like such shit. You hummed closing your eyes while resting your head on the pillow behind you. You felt slightly guilty straight up ignoring him, but your head was pounding, and the fever was apparently raging.

You almost jumped ten feet in the air when Jake’s icy hand contacted your forehead, “Christ, Y/N you’re on fire.”

“And you’re freezing!” You pulled the covers closer hoping it would stop the shivers that erupted from your body.

“Here,” He handed you the thermometer that was on the kitchen table, “Can you check please?”

Placing the thermometer under your tongue you watched him as he watched you. The air in the room felt a little awkward for the first time. It had all usually flown so naturally between the two of you. But you were holding back on him, not letting him know why you were really truly upset… Olivia.

He didn’t look away as your eyes connected with his. He’d missed you, of course. Olivia was exactly that, a distraction from you. Because Jake was just like you. He didn’t think you’d ever give him the time of day.  With your background and skillset, you’d be an asset to any relationship. Bradley even tried to talk him into admitting his feelings for you.

He was almost successful. Right before Jake was going to coming to admit his feelings and ask you on a proper date he chickened out and sat on the beach instead. That’s where he met Olivia. And the rest was history.

Until last night. Olivia got in his ear about you. Tried to say bad things before he shut them down right then and there. He reluctantly left with her when she asked him to. It was early and she could sense the irritation coming off of him. Jake broke the weeklong fling off as they walked the beach. He couldn’t stand the thought of even being friends with someone who could be so cruel to you.

He was going to tell you the next night, but you never showed up. You always worked the Saturday evening shift. Almost every bartender did. He barely got an answer out of Penny before he bolted for the door heading straight for your apartment.

You were lost in thought when the thermometer beeped. 103.2 degrees. Whew, that was warm for an adult. You hadn’t recalled the last time your temperature had actually gotten that high. Oh well, you’d just have to deal with it.

“Have you taken any Tylenol?”

You shook your head mumbling out a soft, “No.”

He sighed, “What the hell Y/N? If you aren’t going to call you have to take care of yourself.”

This time your returned the sigh. Tired of the act. He couldn’t really care for you like that. Not even as a friend. Especially if that Olivia said was true, “Why do you care?” You let out a little more coherently. It wasn’t like you to pick fights, but you were confused, truly.

His eyes crinkled downward as he took in your question. Gently, he sat down beside you, “Why would you say that?”

A slight flush coated your cheeks, he seemed so damn genuine, “Olivia… she came up to me yesterday when Bradley came to you. She went on and on about how annoying you thought I was. How attached I was. How being sick was… the worst or something.” You looked down, not having the slightest bit of courage to look up at him.

“And you believed her?” His frown deepened as he considered your words.

You sighed feeling slightly embarrassed about the whole thing, “Yeah, I mean she’s convincing… I guess.”

“Hey,” He took your chin in your hand, “You know that’s not true right.”

You nodded, loving the feeling of your head in his hand, “Yeah.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry… she’s just better than me. Prettier than me. Smarter…”

“Stop,” He shook his hand giving your chin a gentle squeeze. Not willing to hear such negativity come from your mouth, “First off, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for making you feel that way. You don’t get to see yourself from my view. How pretty you look when you smile at customers. How smart you sound when your just casually chatting with people. How easily you seem to connect with people. You’re so much more than what you see yourself as. Your not perfect, nobody is, but you’re damn near close to it.”

If you didn’t feel like you were going evaporate from the fever you were sure your cheeks would be inflamed. But your exhaustion and the heavy conversation seemed to dull your senses a bit, “You really think that?” It took a moment for you to process but once you did you were floored. Jake thought so highly of you?

“Of course, you’re incredible Y/N. You might not believe it, but I do. I see it every day. Olivia was nothing. A distraction from you. I was scared.”

“Of what?” Your eyes fluttered between opened and closed. Not seeming to be able to keep them in one state. You so desperately wanted to keep the conversation going. You were finally broaching the feelings subject. Of course, your fucking body would throw you out of whack when he tried to do so.

“You rejecting me.” He answered all too honestly.

You laughed a little, “I’d never reject you Jake. I’d never feel good enough for you if we’re being honest.”

He took your hand in his gently giving it a squeeze, “You’re more than enough Y/N. Everything I’d ever need.”

Blinking away the tears that Jake inevitably brought on you realized you must not have been successful as you felt his thumb brush away one that escaped, “Don’t cry sweetheart.”

You looked up seeing his overly concerned face. Oh, how soft Jake Seresin could be when he wanted to, “Happy tired tears.” You laughed softly feeling the day and conversation fully catch up with you.

“Come on,” He pinched your side forcing your eyes open, “Let’s get you to bed.”

You shook your head, “I’m good here. Comfy and too tired to move.”

“That’s what I’m here for darling.” Jake didn’t waste anytime laying it on thick. He was a romantic after all.

Without listening to your reservations, he scooped you up with ease. Gently, he laid you down in bed tucking you in under the covers.

“Jake?”

“Yeah?” He smiled looking down at you.

“Can you stay?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He chucked diving into bed next to you. He pulled you close into him. He’d normally be warmed but you were rocking with your fever at a higher temperature.

“Night Jake.” You sighed enjoying jakes slightly cooler temperature.

“Goodnight. See you in the morning beautiful.”

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[striderl]

Hey you're fully back welcome :D

How are you doing? :3

(I had a dream right after you left that I was lost in a mall with Polaroid and I had it written down for when you got back and I thought you'd get a kick out of that hehe)

Anyways yeah I'm not gonna bug you too much or ask you any oc questions (cuz I don't got any) I just wanted to pop in and say hi :3

Have a noice day/night! :D

Hello, @luney2mooney!

Feel free to send an ask anytime, I’ll be thrilled to read your dreams!

To be honest, my artwork routine is still not fully back to normal.

I have been working on apartment renovations and repairs with my parents for the past 3 months, which is the reason I haven’t been active during the summer. Minimum internet usage, minimum air conditioner usage, 6-10 hours of physical work per day, hand-washing clothes and huge-@$$ bedsheets because we don’t have a clothes washer. My parents can’t even stand seeing me on any electronic devices for over 10 seconds. 

And guess what? No wages for all the hard work! Not even a single penny unless we are capable to rent the apartment out! That’s life for ya when you aren’t born into a rich household — you’ll have a hard time making money that’s enough to support yourself.

Luckily, after two weeks I’ll be getting back to school so I won’t be dealing with as much physical labor. Funny, right? When everyone’s looking forward to vacation, I just want to go back to school and be a nerd. But then comes the problem with tuition, so I’ll probably open commissions in September, just to make some money so I can get a bit of pain relief from using so much of my parents’ pensions.

Anyway, my ask box is open, but I’ll still keep the same rules:

No NSFW and blank shipping is allowed on my turf, I’m trying to keep my mind healthy even when it comes to sexual content. And the fact that people are obsessed with forcing characters into ships disgusted me

No Skibidi-unrelated OCs unless you are asking for a commission (future planning)

I don’t use AI except when I need peer review on wording, not for entertainment or other purposes. Stop asking about it

Keep your ask precise, just a few more words can’t hurt. I don’t have telepathy so reframe yourself from forcing me to read your cave-man-speech

My ask box, my choice. If I don’t want to answer your questions, I won’t answer it. It’s not my absolute responsibility to answer everyone’s ask. But as long as nobody trespasses my rules, I will answer it with pleasure

Yes, I might be targeting people here because I’m tired of people spamming my ask box with random stuff I can’t even understand, and I’m tired of keeping up my “nice guy” profile. I find it EXTREMELY necessary to defend myself because people are *inadvertently* stepping on my boundary, not once, not twice, but MULTIPLE TIMES! Is it so damn hard to just learn to do better?

… Excuse me, I just wanted to vent. Take care of yourself as well.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Forgotten Love- Soulless!Jack x Fem!Reader

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Recovery date: November 13th, 2020

Description: Reader and Jack talk about how he feels without his soul.

Notes: N/A

Word count: 888

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Y/N sat on the floor by the foot of her bed, as Jack brushed her hair. A daily ritual for them, as it had been since they’d gotten back from apocalypse world. It had started as Jack’s way of being close to her before he died, not that she knew. He lied and said it looked like it’d be easier to have someone else brush it. Which was partly true, it was always getting tangled. But even after he came back to life, they’d sit down together before bed and he’d brush out the knots.

Jack stared intensely at her hair, watching it flow through the brush. 

“Y’know, I think you got ‘em all,” Y/N said, turning her head slightly to look over her shoulder.

“Oh, sorry.” He dropped her hair and handed her the brush as she moved to her dresser.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She laughed, leaning against the dresser as she began to braid her hair.

Jack frowned.

“Why would I want a penny for my thoughts?”

“It’s a saying.” Y/N shook her head. “It means ‘what are you thinking about?’”

Jack fell silent and looked down at his hands. Her hair was soft, and it smelt like her shampoo. It used to give him butterflies. Being around her, used to give him butterflies. But ever since he beat Michael, he felt nothing. When she laughed at his new saying “What would the WInchesters do?”, there was no contagious laughter. He’d made himself laugh because he felt like he should, not because he wanted to.

He knew what was wrong. He knew he didn’t have a soul, and a part of him was sure she knew. Maybe that was why she hadn’t found the gap between their laughter strange and questioned him. Maybe that was why she insisted he spend more time with her, to keep him away from the WInchesters. To keep them safe.

They always came first because they had saved her. They had taken her in and had become her brothers. It made him jealous… once. Now he tried to pretend he felt that jealousy, tried to act like nothing had changed in him. He pulled her closer when she started drifting towards the brothers, sat by her as close as possible at meals, and offered to go on supply runs with her.

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“They're going to figure it out,” Y/N hummed as she folded her laundry.

Cas stood beside her, loading in his and Jack’s clothes.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, aside from his sudden possessivness, they aren’t as stupid as you seem to think. And Jack isn’t as careful as he thinks he is. He’s going to make a mistake. Come across something that he didn’t come across with a soul, and he won’t know how to act. Trying to fake having a soul is a lot harder than you think.”

“And you know, how?”

“You remember how Sam was. The only reason Dean didn’t pick it up sooner was because one, Sam had decades of experience being a human, and two, Dean chalked it up to trauma from the cage. Jack doesn’t have any of that.”

Cas closed the washer and sighed.

“I’ll handle this. Just-”

“Don’t tell the Winchesters. I know. But I should remind you, if he tries to hurt them…”

“I know.”

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“It feels… strange.”

Y/N looked up from her braid and tilted her head.

“What does?”

He paused for a second, trying to find the exact words he wanted to say. But everything seemed to fall short. There was no way to explain the emptiness he felt, but he had to say something.

“I-I feel like I should hate not loving you. No. I know I should hate not loving you. That you don’t go from loving someone as much as I loved you, to feeling nothing for them in a matter of seconds. But- I don’t feel anything. There’s no remorse, no sorrow, and definitely no love. And it’s not just towards you, I don’t feel anything. At all. I know how you all feel about me, and I know the right thing to do is reciprocate that. And I did. But now…” He looked up at her as he trailed off.

She was watching him, her eyes were sad. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and spoke.

“I know, about the not being able to feel part, that’s what happens when you don’t have a soul.” She opened her eyes again, and they were teary.

Jack watched as she wiped away a few tears and sniffled. He’d never really seen her cry.

Jack stood up and moved to stand in front of her. Carefully he reached out to hold her, putting one hand over the hand on the dresser and the other cupped her face. She was looking up at him with confusion in her eyes.

“Stop me?” He asked, leaning forward.

Y/N let out a soft, sad laugh, as she tilted her head forward so their foreheads knocked together.

Jack opened his eyes, and dropped his hand from her cheek to the dresser. 

“I love you,” she whispered. “But you don’t love me, not now at least. So when you get your soul back, because we’ll find a way, you can kiss me. Alright?”

“Alright.”

[ughigottaheadache]

I am decided.

During the day when Martin needs to be lightly supervised, Tommy runs a laundry out of his home and does almost all the laundry of his immediate neighbourhood. Thru this he becomes close with his neighbours and gets invited to dinners.

Doing the laundry would be a breeze for him, leaving time to do other things such as study. He’s studying how to become an electrician which will always be a needed job and if he can get to places quickly he gets paid quickly.

Until then, his first night job is being a janitor for a cleaning company and he gets assigned the odd night shifts. His second job at night is a shift at a 24/7 diner in north New Jersey. These jobs usually finish around midnight for him so he can get back home and sleep, enough to rest well and be prepared for the next day.

Bc of the low time constraint of doing laundry he often has multiple two hour periods where he’s free throughout the day while the washer is going.

As for money and the Sherwood property I would think it’s a rental but it’s entirely possible that the house just became undesirable and the surrounding neighbours missed the Maximoff family that no one ended up taking it so it was essentially abandoned. Maybe Martin’s magic and long distance magic from Wanda was keeping it in tact and made it easier for a Tommy to fix up.

Homeowner Tommy is a possible thing and so he’s chasing that bag to make sure that it stays that way. Referring to my ‘penny pincher’ Tommy post.

He could be running other projects out of his home, maybe fixing appliances and restoring furniture pieces who knows? Lol maybe he even puts a sign out front that has ‘Shepherd Solutions’ haha, I could see him being a bit cheesy like that.

[tinygiantplasticmonsters]

Some old GW plastic dreadnaughts for Epic: 40K, painted up as salamanders by me on 1" washers (25mm bases for pennys each!). Brings me up to 15 comtemptor equivalents for them plus a leviathan, and then four more contemptors for my emperors children. At some point ought to do some more levis and some boxnauts for my lizardy boys.

[kimberly40]

Many of these mountain folklore sayings were passed down by my great-grandparents, but still live on a century later:

- Never close a knife you didn’t open, or you’ll have bad luck for 7 years.

- Keep a penny in your washer.

- Always go out the same door you came in.

- Eat black eyed peas or collard greens with hog jaw on New Year’s Day.

- Don’t wash clothes on New Year’s Day or you will wash a family member out.

- Don’t sleep on New Year’s.

- Don’t do any canning or gardening on your period.

- Plant your crops under the full moon.

- Don’t walk under a ladder. If you find yourself under one, don’t turn around– back up.

- Don’t let anyone sweep under your feet.

- Never give someone a set of knives as a gift. If you give them to newlyweds, it will cut their love!

- If a black cat crosses your path, turn and go a different way.

- Never repay salt that you have borrowed.

- If a bad storm is coming, put a 2-edged axe into a stump facing the storm to ensure the storm goes around you.

- If you spill salt, throw a pinch over your left shoulder so you won’t have bad luck.

- When you drop your fork, it means a woman is coming to visit. If you drop a knife, a man is coming to visit.

- Don’t cut your baby’s hair before their first birthday.

- Your baby has to fall off the bed before their first birthday.

- Run a chicken over your baby to keep if from getting chicken pox.

- Don’t let a pregnant woman see a dead person or the baby will have a birth mark.

- If cows are laying down, or leaves are upside down, it’s going to rain.

- Hang a horseshoe upside down to keep good luck from running out.

- Wear a buckeye in your bra to ward off rheumatism.

- Hold your breath when you pass a cemetery, or you’ll be the next to die.

- If you see a white horse, you’ll have good luck.

- Hold your feet up when you’re crossing a railroad track, or you’ll lose your boyfriend.

- If you’re walking with someone you have to go on the same side of a post or obstacle, or it will break your friendship.

- Don’t wash clothes on Sunday.

- If your nose is itching, it means company is coming.

- Open the window when someone dies and cover the mirrors so that their soul can leave.

- Hang a mirror by the door to protect against evil.

- Never leave a rocking chair rocking, or you will invite spirits.”

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Jordie lives content

My spin on jordie lives story

Jordie still gets tricked by rollins, hook line and sinker. But instead of just sitting and waiting for the plague to hit, he takes that bank note and P.T. Barnum’s it at another bank. (Taking the worthless note to pull out a loan at a second bank bc second bank doesn’t know it’s worthless). This gives them both enough financial padding to survive the plague, and not a penny more. After that following the narrative in SoC, homeless, barrel brat, mugging other children, scams, and later a piss pot washer for the dregs.

That gift of gab never fades and only gets stronger, jordie has a talent for negotiation, parley, and show biz. This leads him to usually working at the bar in the crow club or as a bouncer. And he generally improves the public opinion of the club itself and by extension Kaz in the gang itself.

Kaz tends to get a sort of kick out of shelling out payment where it’s due, jordie unfortunately doesn’t share this feeling. The gang generally thinks that jordie is too nice to be in the barrel, he doesn’t enjoy the carnage, he avoids conflict where he can, and is really just here to have a good time and support his brother, in kaz’s atrocities and other endeavors.

That being said he’s soft and prepared. Conflict can’t always be avoided so when a fight does roll around he moves to end it as fast as possible, gun, bat, mallet, fists. Usually with a blunt force weapon, to knock down his opponents and not kill. That being said he can be very thorough in educating his opponent on why they shouldn’t ever try him again.

in my head jordie is the bigger (taller,stronger) of the brothers, though this is most likely due to the fact that kaz spent his most vital period if growth (9-14) malnourished.

not to be mistaken though, kaz is still the mastermind in this whole situation

[felicitysmoaksx]

friends and family think we’re dating because we’re always acting like a couple

Jay Halstead and Kim Burgess

Hi anon! Thanks so much for the prompt! This is set slightly in the future of my It Was a One-Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You verse.

...Or it could be because they had a baby together. So Kim and Jay were always together because they were doing the whole co-parenting thing. (And if some feelings had developed since that night of comfort that created Penny, well neither Jay nor Kim were willing to admit it yet.) 

“Hi, baby. Oh, wow you’ve gotten so big! I’ve only been undercover for two weeks. How is that possible? What has momma been feeding you, huh?” Jay asked, picking up Penny after she not so much as crawled as she scooted to him. He pressed an exaggerated kiss to her forehead that made her laugh.

“Are you done with the case?” Kim asked, coming out of her laundry after throwing a load of clothes in the washer. 

“Yeah, flipped a guy and now the case is closed. ASA said it’s an open and shut case.” Shifting Penny to his hip, he made his way to Kim’s kitchen and she saw him place their daughter in their highchair before he offered, “You want me to make dinner…in your impossibly small kitchen?” 

Kim rolled her eyes. This was a bickerment they’d had since before Penny was born. Jay was a traditional kind of guy and Kim knew that. So it didn’t surprise her when he suggested that they move in with each other so he could be around to help with Penny. But people already thought they were together because of their daughter. (Voight had tried to give them both disclosure papers a handful of times. Each.) She didn’t want anymore confusion than there already was. 

She had already been down that road with Adam once. Even though she and Ruz were good now, she couldn’t afford to get hurt or confused like that again. It wasn’t just her Kim had to think about anymore. She also had their daughter now.

[arogustus]

Fictober 2024: Spatium Via Edition

Original - No Warnings

14. "did you stick to the plan?"

A little robot picked from behind a building, zooming down to the entrance to Buffer and Shine’s Robot Washer. She could see Raymond standing in front of it, debating the available options at 1% processing speed like the nerd that he was. Ripe for the pranking.

“Did you stick to the plan?” She spoke, not turning to the walking fuel canister who yelped in surprise. 

“Doh- dangit App, don’t spook me like that. And yeah.” Rhonda tapped herself, the fuel bar on her body showing empty. “Replaced all the polishing agents with 2% DrillCo Oil. Cost me a pretty penny bribing the guy to do it.”

“Peeeerfect.” App grumbled. Finally, it was all coming together. “He needs to pay for what he did to me. The old fart should know when to shut his mouth.”

“Ya mean the time he said that a ball was rounder than you?” Rhonda deadpanned, the little All-Purpose Bot turning to give her a dangerous look. 

“Nobody insults my roundness and lives, Rhonda. Besides, you’re helping me because he scratched your new paint job by accident last week. You can’t hold yourself above me with that double standard.”

“Yeaaah, we’re both petty bastards.”

The two sat there and waited, peeking out once they knew Raymond went inside. Now it was time to wait for the magic to happen.

For a few minutes, there was nothing. Then, a scream of terror, followed by a robot drenched entirely in 2% Oil rushing out of the washer in hysterics. The two vengeful robots fell into an uproar, Raymond down below noticing and quickly shouting with a fist to the ear.

“I HATE THE BOTH OF YOU!!!”